shoved my very essence into my mate, panting as the lapis-blue glowed between us. Stronger, thicker, more, more, more. I saw the flicker of blue deep within him surge and brighten. I feel you. Tyrrik’s awe pulsed through me. Mistress butt-Moons! He wasn’t allowed to feel awe. Fight! You need to win! I shouted at him through our bond. Fight and survive. Fight for me, Tyrrik. Please. I . . . I need you.
